Adam Lowry is known in the racing community as the best crew chief. He doesn’t pull punches or put up with diva antics from drivers no matter what. But there is one man he never quite got over. Will Camden, his former lover and now the latest addition of the Flash Racing team.

All Will Camden needed was a second chance to prove he’s got what it takes to race with the big dogs in the truck series. When he’s asked to fill in for another driver at Flash, he’s determined to make the best of the situation. Knowing his ex is his crew chief is bonus points.

Can they make the jump from being a solid team on the track to solid in bed or will they crash and burn before the end of the race?

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“What in the hell do you mean, he quit?” Adam Lowry massaged his forehead with the tips of his fingers. Of all the times for the driver to quit, Gavin would have to hand in his resignation right before a God damned race! “He got another ride, didn’t he?”

He rubbed the motor oil off the back of his hand and tossed the rag onto the war wagon. He didn’t need this. He was the crew chief, not a miracle worker. Give him a truck to set up, and he’d be fine. Making him work with a diva driver was something totally different. The whole racing community watched what happened in Charlotte. Talk about screwing over people in racing’s backyard. Damn it.

Collin Marshall, the owner of Flash Racing, nodded. His shoulders sagged, and he stuck his hands in his jeans pockets. He leaned one shoulder on the cart post. “Apparently, he wanted to drive for Kennedy Taggart. They were in talks, and she offered him a lucrative deal—if he ran like shit for me. Pisses me off to know he pulled a stunt like that. I thought we were like family. Dickhead.”

One of the other race trucks roared by, leaving the pungent scent of burnt rubber in its wake. Smoke wafted around Adam and Collin, obscuring Adam’s vision for a moment. He waved his hand and coughed.

“Damn it, Fortney locked his brakes again. So what are we going to do about a driver?” Adam knew the story well without knowing every the detail. Kennedy Taggart ran the biggest racing empire with the best winning percentage. All the drivers wanted to nab spots with her teams—including Gavin. “Tell me you have a good replacement. One that just sort of showed up or something? I know you. You’ve always got an ace up your sleeve.”

The last time Adam checked, the drivers haunting pit road in search of a job were about two. One wanted to make his great comeback after his third concussion and another owned the reputation for crashing after twenty or so laps. Not a good batch. At least, they were in Charlotte. If the team hustled, they might be able to nab one of the local drivers. Maybe.

Remember him? Adam choked back the snappy retort. A scar was hard to forget. For him, Will was that scar. Saying they shared a messy history was an understatement. Adam grabbed the bill of his hat then tugged the hat tighter down on his head.

Will, dressed in a crisp white polo shirt, ambled up to where Collin stood. A wide grin spread across his face, and his sapphire eyes still featured the bright sparkle Adam remembered so well. He’d be a good match as the next Flash driver, but damn. Why’d the past always have to come back and bite Adam in the ass?

“We’ve met.” Adam stuck out his hand. “Welcome to Flash.”

“My pleasure.” Will squeezed Adam’s hand, and the touch lingered a bit longer than Adam wanted.

Adam’s heart lodged in his throat. Being around Will would be fine on track, but they’d have to spend time together outside of the track. Then things would get sticky—and fast. Damned history between them anyway.

“He walked down pit road at the exact same time Gavin quit. I think it’s a sign.” Collin folded his arms. “And I think this is a good time for you two to patch things up.” He winked at Adam. “Will, the uniforms are in the hauler. Gavin’s about your size so they should fit. Get changed and I’ll have Adam get your seat ready.”

“You got it.” Will ducked behind Collin and into the truck hauler.

Adam waited a heartbeat then groaned. “Patch things up? Seriously? What did he tell you?”

Collin snorted. “He didn’t say a word. It’s you.” He leaned one shoulder on the hauler wall. “The moment I mentioned his name, you shut down. Anyone can see there was something between you. I assumed I was right, and I was. You and Will had a thing.”

“He’s a hothead. Dangerous on the track. Crashed out at Loudon.” Adam knelt next to the tool cart and busied himself with arranging the sockets in one of the drawers.

“Are you scared?” Collin nudged the drawer shut with the toe of his loafer. “Truth.” For being forty-two, the guy looked more like thirty-two with all the time he’d spent in the gym. The salt-and-pepper streaks in his chocolate-brown hair were the only giveaways to his true age. They talked like brothers and understood each other like good friends. And yet, Collin knew how to drive Adam berserk with his ability to sniff out the truth.

Damn it. Adam rested one knee on the ground. “It’s kind of like the cannon fireworks. The things are dangerous as hell, but they’re beautiful. And if you’re not careful, you’ll get burned. That’s what we were.”

“I saw you work together three years ago at Bristol. You helped him win the race. That’s the kind of magic I want.” Collin stepped away from the shadow of the hauler and into the sunshine. The bright light glimmered on his hair and emphasized his tan. “You managed to get him from one lap down and into position to win. That’s not easy. I want that, but I’ll settle for a top twenty finish. I’m sick of Gavin’s thirty-ninth place finishes.”

“I’ll give you my best.” Adam dipped his head once then stood. The team needed the money, and the positive finishes to keep the sponsor money. Sponsor money meant he’d keep his job.

“Take one for the team,” he muttered and headed to the pit box. “Take one for the team.”

Moments from his past with Will came to mind. Will liked to drive hard and play harder, especially in the bedroom. Handcuffs, paddles, cock rings…and an exhibitionistic streak. A shiver skated down Adam’s spine, and his cock thickened beneath his boxer shorts and fire suit. When they were together, they’d made love in some fun places. He shifted his suit and rubbed his burgeoning erection with his fingers. Whoever said the sweet memories outlasted the bitter ones must’ve known something he didn’t.

Footsteps thumped on the concrete behind him, and the noise jerked him out of his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder. Will. His heart fluttered in his chest. Seeing the former object of his affection in the clingy fire suit shouldn’t have made his blood pulse. Shouldn’t have made him wonder why they’d ever split up. And yet, he did wonder.

“I studied Gavin’s gag reel on the internet.” Will folded his arms and braced his feet wide apart. The position commanded respect and made Adam’s mouth water. God, the man embodied sex and sin with a speed demon flair. Will cleared his throat. “If you’re done ogling me, I thought we’d talk about the spring race. I saw what Gavin did here last year, and I think I know what screwed him over.”

Race talk. Something nice and level to keep Adam’s mind off the way the fire suit hugged every curve of Will’s body and accentuated his package. Adam remembered just what Will could do with that package—make him scream all night long.

“Are you listening?” Will blew out a long breath. “Okay, ground rules.” He tugged Adam aside and out of the general flow of foot traffic on pit road. “I needed the job. As much as saying ‘I missed you’ would be great, the money trumps everything. I’ve missed you; I have. The fucked up kind of crazy we shared was,” he removed his sunglasses, “special.”

The muscle in Will’s jaw worked overtime. He glanced down then right at Adam. “I’m here to make sure this team gets a good finish. If I can, Collin might keep me on for a couple more races. That’s what I need. A shot.”

“I’ll help you.” Adam nodded as he spoke. “We need to turn this program around. Are you the key? Maybe. I’m willing to help you so we can find out.” Plus, having Will around meant more time to work the towering hunk out of his system.

“Cool.” Will stared at him for a long time then hid his eyes behind massive aviator frames. “Talk me through the turns on the initial laps. When I’m out there, you’re in control. We do what we do best. Got it?”

Adam bit back a grin. Another thing he both loved and hated about Will—the control. On track, Adam ran the show. Once they headed to the bedroom, Will took the point. But, Will nailed it—on track, they shone as a team.

“You got it.” Adam followed Will. Writing on the back of Will’s neck caught Adam’s attention. He couldn’t make out all the letters and fisted his hands to keep from reaching for Will’s collar. Will had another man in his life? Fuck. Adam swallowed his pride. They were at the track to do a job, not date. He just hoped like hell he wasn’t making a huge mistake by agreeing to work with his ex.